The sunlight poured through the narrow gaps in the curtains as Jack stirred awake, his muscles still aching slightly from the night before. As he stretched and sat on the edge of the bed, his mind replayed the events at the night market—the sudden fight, the adrenaline, and the quick decisions that forced him into action. Jack had hoped Malaysia would offer a break from his usual grind, but trouble had found him again, just like it always did.
He exhaled sharply and reminded himself that last night's incident had been unavoidable. If he hadn't stepped in, Serah could have been hurt. Yet, the gnawing sense of unease told him that this wasn't over.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. When Jack opened it, Serah stood there, her expression serious and tinged with anxiety. She held a paper bag containing breakfast—nasi lemak and coffee—but her mind was clearly elsewhere.
"Morning," Jack greeted her, stepping aside to let her in. "Something's on your mind."
